Page 140 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“No. I do not believe it. Workers are small. Queens are not small.” His lower set of hands caressed my plump hips, ass and thighs. “This is perfection.”

I trailed my hand over his mandible. “That is a very ant way of seeing the world. But I’m grateful for it. You all make me feel beautiful. Special.”

“We’ve not known each other long, and you feel this?”

“Yes. Earthlings can be… cruel.”

“Nature is often cruel,” he countered sadly. He removed my hand. “Rest now.” He began washing and caressing my skin. “I’m proud of you. You did not let this incident sway your purpose.

“My purpose has been instilled into my DNA. The need to reproduce and make milk consumes me.”

“They did not enact anything that wasn’t already there. Most females of any lifeform feel an instinctual drive to mate.”

I sighed and closed my eyes. “I’m not mate material.”

“Who told you that?”

“My hateful, asshole family.” Then I said something I never thought would come out of my mouth. “I never want to return to Earth. I rather be a cow.”

“You will never be allowed to leave us, so this is good.”

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